Battle for Supremacy Across Realms: From Novice Village to Lord of the Gods

Emperor Qin frowned slightly, his fingertips gripping the hilt of his sword.

The Eye of True Sight quietly swept over the stiff, dried corpse standing in the pile of rocks. A stream of pale golden data flashed in its eyes, and clear information emerged one by one.

Race: Humans are dead

Origin: Exiled remnant souls from the Middle Thousand Worlds

Level: 4

Combat strength assessment: 6 stars

Characteristics: It harbors evil spirits, nourishes the mutilated body with the life essence of living people, and waits for an opportunity to be reborn.

Skill: unknown

Talent: Unknown

Danger warning: Extremely evil, getting close will result in certain death.

Emperor Qin cursed inwardly, but his face remained impassive, only pausing to suppress the surging shock.

This seemingly fragile, dried-up corpse actually possesses a combat strength of 6 stars, on par with his own full 6-star overall strength, and also harbors a hidden, yet unrevealed, deadly move.

To onlookers, it was just an ordinary corpse, but those with a keen eye could see right through it.

This dried corpse not only awakened an unknown talent, but also had unused skills, and its overall strength steadily surpassed the 7-star threshold.

Even more troublesome is that three mutated ferocious beasts are lurking in the shadows of the valley, all of which are its minions. For Qin Dilin, this kind of confrontation is truly a hellish start.

The extremely dangerous warning was still swirling in his mind. Before Qin Di could think of a solution, the stiff, dry corpse slowly raised its head.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, his muscles tensing instantly as he entered a state of high alert.

The dried, yellowish hair of the mummy slid down its shoulders, and its deep-set eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light.

A chilling aura swept over them, locking onto Qin Dilin while his eyes revealed undisguised contempt.

In the eyes of the Dry Corpse, Qin Dilin was nothing more than an ant from a minor world, with a cultivation level of only level 3.

Even if its body is rotten and unable to move, it is easier to crush this person than to kill an ant.

What delighted it even more was that this living person had voluntarily entered its territory, which was practically a delicious meal delivered to its doorstep by the heavens.

It lies dormant here, yearning for the lifeblood of living people day and night.

Previously, the foolish and ferocious beasts they controlled dragged back only cold corpses, their essence and blood long since dried up, rendering them utterly useless.

Today, a living creature has actually walked right into the trap; it truly is a sign of divine intervention.

Thinking of this, the mummified corpse let out a grating, eerie laugh, its hoarse sound echoing back and forth in the empty valley.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qin felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and an intense sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.

The next second, the green light in the dry corpse's eyes intensified, and an invisible, terrifying mental pressure suddenly exploded, directly assaulting Qin Dilin's mind.

He felt those green eyes rapidly enlarging before his eyes, like a bottomless abyss tightly gripping his consciousness. In an instant, the world spun around him, and he completely lost control of his limbs, unable to move an inch.

At the same moment, the shadows in the valley suddenly stirred. The tusked boar, the mutated black rat, and the saber-toothed rabbit, receiving their orders, simultaneously leaped forward, their beastly eyes bloodshot, their attacks incredibly fierce.

Emperor Qin was terrified, but his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he could only watch helplessly as the ferocious beast approached.

The mummified corpse's eerie laughter grew increasingly triumphant, lingering in the valley for a long time. In the blink of an eye, the most agile mutated black rat rushed forward, its sharp teeth aimed straight at his vital chest.

At the critical moment of life and death, Qin Dilin roared from the depths of his heart, and a crisp cracking sound came from the depths of his soul.

He suddenly broke free from the invisible mental restraints, escaped the control of the dried corpse, and his eyes instantly regained their clarity.

He shifted his feet, narrowly avoiding the black rat's fatal bite, and then swung his long sword upwards.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, precisely tearing open the black rat's flesh. Blood instantly seeped from the deep wound, and the black rat screamed in pain.

The dried corpse let out a surprised cry, never expecting that a level 3 cultivator from this minor world could break free from its mental control.

Ordinary cultivators of the same level have at most thirty points of energy, which is not enough to withstand its mental pressure. This resistance completely exceeded its expectations.

Before the Qin Emperor could catch his breath, the saber-toothed rabbit and the tusked boar followed closely behind, charging fiercely from one in front and the other behind, their ferocious momentum creating gusts of wind.

He gripped his longsword, preparing to parry and counterattack, but the dried corpse gave him no chance. The green light in its eyes suddenly solidified, its pupils contracted sharply, and it unleashed its killing move, the Psychic Thrust.

The invisible and intangible mental force transformed into sharp spikes, piercing straight into the mind of the Qin Emperor.

A faint whooshing sound swept by, and an invisible spike instantly pierced between the eyebrows.

A sharp pain shot through Qin Dilin's head, his consciousness went blank, and he completely lost control of his body.

Two muffled impacts rang out in succession. He was hit hard by the two ferocious beasts, his body flying backward and crashing heavily onto the pile of rocks.

They thought this attack would be enough to seriously injure him and prevent him from ever recovering.

But the moment Qin Emperor landed, he flipped over and stood up. He only felt a slight tightness in his chest and showed no signs of serious injury. He quickly regained his balance, and his hand holding the knife remained as steady as Mount Tai.

The dried corpse's eyes widened in surprise and bewilderment.

Normally, a level 3 cultivator in a minor world would only have a physical constitution of 30 points. If they were to withstand the full force of two ferocious beasts, they would surely break their bones and collapse to the ground.

However, Qin Dilin's ability to withstand blows far exceeds that of others of the same level, which is truly abnormal.

After the initial shock, instead of showing any fear, the dry corpse's eyes blazed with intense greed.

Such a powerful physical body, combined with extraordinary energy, is the perfect vessel for its possession and rebirth.

If it could take over this body, it would be able to quickly recover its strength and even break through its original limitations.

While the dry corpse was deep in thought, Emperor Qin had already quickly grasped the situation and figured out his opponent's tactics.

This dried corpse's physical body is dilapidated, and it relies entirely on mental attacks to control the field and manipulate ferocious beasts in battle. To break the deadlock, one must first enhance mental resistance and withstand its mental attacks.

With a thought, he opened his personal attribute panel, tapped the energy attribute with his fingertip, and decisively completed the point allocation.

A few seconds later, a system notification quietly appeared: the attribute points were successfully added, and the energy index increased by ten points.

A cool and gentle energy surged from my dantian and rushed straight to my mind.

His previously throbbing and dizzy head instantly cleared, his mental strength surged, and the oppressive aura emanating from him diminished by more than half. Qin Di's confidence soared, and his gaze became even more resolute and cold.

Seeing that he had regained his footing, the dry corpse let out another sinister laugh and controlled the three ferocious beasts to attack again.

Emperor Qin gripped his sword and charged forward, about to launch an attack, when the psychic spike struck again, aimed directly at his brow.

This time, the sharp pain returned, but the dizziness vanished in an instant.

In less than half a second, Qin Dilin fully regained consciousness, his mind was stable, and he was not disturbed or out of control in the slightest.

The dried corpse was instantly shocked and filled with disbelief. Its mental attack could only stun the opponent for half a second. This person's mental power had increased so much in such a short time.

As they spoke, the three ferocious beasts charged forward. Qin Dilin swiftly dodged, his longsword flashing, each strike aimed directly at the beasts' vital points.

But the dried-up corpse relentlessly pursued him, frantically unleashing its psychic spikes, precisely interrupting his attacks time and time again, preventing him from fully slaying the ferocious beast.

After several exchanges, Qin Dilin only managed to leave two shallow marks on the saber-toothed rabbit and the black rat.

If it weren't for the constant interference from the dried corpse, these two ferocious beasts would have already perished under the blade.

During the stalemate, he made a momentary lapse in concentration, and the tusked boar seized the opportunity to smash him away with its head.